In My Desperate Time

My private part is in pains excruciatingly after his torture.

The man sneers and pulls his thing out of my body. He gets two tissues and wipes the blood on his dick.

He looks me up and down, his eyes are full of anger.

“Jane Noyes, keep doing that, keep being like a dead fish. Maybe I will get tired of you after a few times. Then you can get out of here, you can go to Steven Song, or Noah Jefferson, and your scumbag ex-husband!”

I look at the man in front of me and truly feel funny. I even felt a bit reluctance to leave him, but now that feeling disappears and turns into a strong hatred.

This man has no heart at all, and I'm not even a bed-warming tool to him!

“Frances Louis, I hate you!” I glare at him and speak with my gnashing teeth.

But why my heart hurts so badly?

It hurts so much that I can barely breathe, so painful that I'm on the verge of bursting into tears.

Even after being treated so roughly by Frances Louis, even though my private part hurts, I still didn't want to cry. But now I couldn't hold back my tears.

The man puts on his pants, glances at me indifferently, and says, “It's not bad that I can be remembered by you in this way.”

words linger in my ears. He has already gone outside, and the door to the next room is swiftly

to squat, but the

have no choice but to go to the bathroom and

guess it is

not surprise me coz Frances Louis thrusts in without any foreplay,

have dinner and Frances Louis doesn’t ask

he said, he might really let me go if I

that a nice sleep would make my body

morning, I find that a slightly movement would

suffered a lot, I want to treat my body nicely, so I change

is sitting on the

pretend not to see him and walk past

cab and

the pain, I don’t dare to sit down,

driver sees my posture and asks, “Are you suffering from

stunned, then

seem more humiliating than the

a dozen people outside the door and I couldn't sit down, so I have to stand there,

the

I walk in with my